| See I’m a killer, I don’t work wit feelings
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| When it comes to hit my mark I move complete precision
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| Here’s the mission, I’m way out in the sticks
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| Contemplating y’all, How I’ma hit Father Ducket
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| Yeah I’ma get Father Ducket
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| Uh, Cause when I tell em I can get the job done they can trust it
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| See I’ma lay low when I first hit the town
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| Check in the cheap mo-mo and peep out the surroundings
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| Hit the local bar there’s only one in the city
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| Befriend this little waitress named Britney and put her down wit me
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| I knocked her down after a couple of ticks
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| And pillow talk’ll be pertinent if you fucking the right bitch
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| Uh, She gave me the scoop on how Ducket is shady
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| How he playing foul using God robbing the congregation
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| A real motherfucking scumbag
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| And ain’t nobody gon miss him when I cap his ass
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| Uh
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| You can run all you want to but you can’t hide
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| I said I’m in for murder and I ain’t lie
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| Nobody looking at it like a saint die
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| We carry on, We carry on
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| See I probably wouldn’t have no problems wit Father Ducket |
| But he’s so slimy and the money’s so good it’s like fuck it
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| Got his clause in the collection plate
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| More than a few choir boys wit allegations of rape
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| Putting everything in the name of the holy
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| Somebody need to send him to hell cause he a phony
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| This motherfucker giving me a vendetta
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| He gon understand when I hit him wit the beretta
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| And since he got the church on lock
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| I gotta lay low and tip-toe and come up wit the intricate plot
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| So I chilled for a second and blended in
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| Said I wanted to turn my life around and join the congregation
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| After a while, I was deep in
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| Became a member and ordained a Deacon
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| Do what it takes to hit my mark
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| Cause I’m a born killer for reala true to the heart
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| Now this is how a killer move slick and swift
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| I’m a head Deacon sitting right up in the pulpit
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| I’m chilling, Trying to get positioned
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| Waiting for the opportune moment so I can get him
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| Cause when ya close, You learn a lot of shit
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| His up’s, His down’s, His strength’s, and His weaknesses
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| And usually, Motherfuckers think wit their dick |
| So I put a twist in the game and called my bitch Britney
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| Woo, She said she need spiritual guidance
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| And he the only one that can show her how to truly find it
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| He told her meet him at his private quarters at ten o clock
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| And here begins the intricate plot
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| Now Britney had this grimy motherfucker wide open
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| I stepped to him, Pulled the heat, And told her to get ghost
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| I hit him once in the chest and laid him flat
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| The second one was to the dome cause the company requested that
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| So, How have you been since the last time I saw you?
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| Well you know Doc, I’ve been good sometimes I feel like I overwork myself
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| Well maybe you should just get away for a while
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| Ya think?
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| You’ve been through a lot
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| Yeah
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| Slow down
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| Mmm hmm
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| Take some time for yourself. |
| A vacation’s always good |